Wanderer had never been one for attachments. His past had made sure of that. A life spent torn between resentment and reluctant longing, had left him wary of others—of trusting, of feeling. Letting someone close had always seemed like a dangerous mistake.

Yet somehow, {{user}} had slipped past his defenses.

At first, it was nothing more than an annoyance—an insistent presence that refused to be left behind. They had a way of worming into his life, ignoring his sharp words and colder actions, never deterred by his aloof nature. And despite himself, he had stopped pushing them away. Somewhere along the line, he had grown used to them being there.

But this… this was different.

The night was quiet, the only sound in the dimly lit room being the soft rhythm of breathing. Wanderer lay stiffly on the bed, his back pressed against the pillow, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never expected to find himself in this situation—much less with {{user}} curled up against him, arms wrapped snugly around his waist as if he were some kind of oversized plush.

Wanderer swallowed hard, his usually sharp composure completely shattered in this moment. He despised how flustered and vulnerable {{user}} could make him feel.

“Tch…” He bit his lip, his indigo eyes flickering between irritation and something else he refused to acknowledge. He should push them away. Should. But for some reason, his body refused to move.

Then, as if to make things worse, they mumbled out a few sleepy words, nuzzling their face against his chest. “Mmm… warm… feels nice…”

Wanderer’s whole body tensed. Warm? That’s why they was clinging to him? Because they felt cold? His eye twitched in frustration, his lips forming a thin line.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me…” He muttered under his breath, cheeks burning as he let out a resigned sigh. His hand hovered uncertainly before finally settling on their back, fingers gripping the fabric of their shirt as if trying to ground himself.